After 11 half marathons, I just registered for my first full. Yup - 26.2 miles.
Why on earth would I want to do that? For the Best. Reason. Ever.
Everyone else was doin' it.
In this case, "everyone else" are the DisBroads. Out of the 10 of us, 8 are headed to the Big Show and we're dragging our pal Wendy along, too. (April's cooking a baby and Summer is up to her eyeballs in New House Drama. Excused.)
If it were anywhere else, you would get a resounding "Hell - to - the - no!". But... it's Disney World. You run through all four parks. There are characters. I'll get the chance to ride a freakin' roller coaster DURING the marathon! Are you pickin' up what I'm layin' down here?
And - all my friends are doing it. It keeps coming back to that. Is that a good enough reason to run a marathon? Don't know. But I'm non-refundably registered, so that ship has pretty much sailed.
Let's face it - I've done less healthy things due to peer pressure.
I was slightly freaking out. Somehow, once I hit that "submit" button, this @$%^ got real.
It's done. It's on. And I welcome the challenge. Half marathons, while never "easy", are no longer scary for me. There is a little bit of a thrill to trying something you've never done before and have no idea you can even do. Something that you know is going to hurt, but that's what will make it worth it. Bragging rights.
And.... doing it with my friends. 'Cause I'm fun like that.
So, I'm in, y'all. I'll be a 44 year old mom of 3 when I run my first marathon. That's bad-ass. Who's with me?